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Malachi 

Elise sniffled, blinking away a tear as she gently brushed the otter off.

"'Nough o' that, mate. Revenge is fer when yore on th' walls or in th' battlefield fightin'."

She stood up, nodding to the moles surrounding the pair. Her voice shook a little, but gradually gained strength as she issued more orders to the small molecrew.

"Hurgen an' th' rest o' you moles, grab some weapons an' git inside, th' beasts within'll need protection. Th' gates are secured." Without wasting any time, they hurried off towards the Gatehouse, seizing what spears, halberds, swords and daggers could be scrounged from the weaponstores before entering Great Hall.

Elise soon followed, but not before placing a paw on Malachi's strong arm. She looked directly into his eyes, hers burning with a newfound fury above her tear-streaked cheeks. "Slay every last one o' these garned, murderous scum. I'm holdin' ye t' that oath o' Revenge."

Sirinius

The arrow flew true, despite it's rather shaky progress through the tree branches. For a moment, the arrow disappeared from view. And then there was a small gurgle, and a shaking of leaves. A tall, wiry rat dropped heavily from the Elm's thick branches and crumpled sickeningly on the ground, a shaft held between his fingertips as it stood straight up in his stomach.

The small pawfull of otters watching roared in delight. Skipper Rorgan placed a paw between Sirinius' shoulderblades and gave him a ruthless smile, thumping his back heartily. "An' that's 'ow you get things done!"

Several arrows whistled past, some finding their marks among the few otters uncautious enough to lounge upon the walltops. As they fell screaming, a small pool of black, white and gray bodies could be seen running towards the walltops, firing off shaft after shaft into the otters' position. Rats of every size, shape and color wrestled with the ladders and grappling hooks they dashed recklessly towards the walls to use, their confidence boosted by the sheer amount of vermin missiles defending their assault.

Rorgan threw himself back down in mimic of his fellows as they avoided the steady onslaught, before retaliating with just as much firepower, roaring and howling their battle cry as they shot stones from slings and arrows from bows. Rorgan himself unwound a sling from his belt, winking barbarically at Sirinius. "Keep the bow." He jumped up and let a jagged rock fly, slaying the first of the rats to raise its ladder up against the wall. Nerrow pulled out her own sling as well, while Bristlenose, Knifejaw and the rest answered the vermin attack with just due.

Birne

'"Fiiiiiirrre!" 'Arrows shot forth like a storm of angry hornets into the vermin ranks as they rushed across the grassy field towards Redwall, bellowing out threats and curses which soon dissolved into screams and death cries as vermin fell slain and wounded, their comrades trampling and leaping over their bleeding bodies. An iron grappling hook with a rusting tip nearly took Birne's ear as it bounced up against the wall, before finding the rampart imperfection necessary for its success. A mouse leapt up and attempted to peel the grappling hook off the wall, and then slumped over onto his side. Three barbed arrows were buried in his flesh.